I recently asked the village boy, Pip, to bring along his blacksmith and guardian, Joe Gargery, for a visit. He was a nice fellow, but rather shy: he wouldn't speak a word to me and used his boy as a sort of translator! Maybe it was rudeness, but I most likely expect the poor smith to be confused and nervous to converse with someone of wealth and class. How amusing, me being the cause of all this nervousness and stress! Pip was apparently embarassed about how Joe acted, but he tried to keep it together. These people are like puppets, but why, because of wealth, money, or power? I think its inexperience of talking to someone of a higher class, and I will continue to follow this group and amuse myself.
" 'You are the husband,' repeated Miss Havisham, 'of the sister of this boy?'
It was very aggravating; but, throughout the interview Joe persisted in addressing Me instead of Miss Havisham.
'Which I meantersay, Pip,' Joe now observed in a manner that was at once expressive of forcible argumentation, strict confidence, and great politeness, 'as I hup and married your sister, and I were at the time what you might call (if you was anyways inclined) a single man.' " (105-106)
" 'Joe!' I remonstrated; for he made no reply at all. 'Why don't you answer-'
'Pip,' returned Joe, cutting me short as if he were hurt, 'which I meantersay that were not a question requiring a answer betwist yourself and me, and which you know the answer to be full well No. You know it to be No, Pip, and wherefore should I say it?' " (107
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